"Ally!" Squealed a dark haired young lady.
"Michelle?" Alfons Heidrich asked her friend that had decided to cling to her at the moment.
"What happened to that hunk of a room mate that you had?" Michelle asked.
"He left to see his brother." Alfons told her best friend.
"Where does his brother live?" Michelle asked.
"Far away." Alfons answered, vaguely.
"You always tell me that." Michelle whined. "So are you boarding the first ship to America?" Michelle asked.
"I don't think that I can afford it." Alfons spoke up, sadly.
"What happened to your money?" Michelle asked Alfons.
"I don't have any money coming in since our rocket project ended." Alfons answered her friend.
"I thought that your room mate made the rockets." Michelle mused.
"I helped, but I wasn't an official part of the team." Alfons Heidrich explained.
"That's too bad! I wish that it was still The Great War; we could have any job then." Michelle ranted.
"Yeah, war jobs. Are you fleeing to America?" Alfons asked Michelle.
"Yeah, Hitler doesn't like Jews. He also wants everyone to have blond hair and blue eyes; you're safe, Al." Michelle told her best friend.
"No, I'm not." Alfons said as she looked down at her stomach.
A faint flicker of surprise sparked in Michelle's dark eyes.
"Will he or she be born looking like you?" Michelle asked in a whisper.
"The eyes might be gold." Alfons whispered back.
"You were sleeping with your room mate? I knew it!" Michelle squealed.
"Shh..." Alfons cautioned.
"Doesn't he need to leave too?" Michelle asked, talking about her friend's previous room mate.
"He's not in Germany anymore." Alfons muttered.
"What?" Michelle questioned.